Tears - Mel Afoa

Kissing me gently, he whispers softly in my ear, the words I've always been afraid of.

" I love you. Never ever forget that".

With that, he is gone.

I sit at the end of the hospital bed, holding the hand of my dead lover. Gone with the wind, he is, leaving me sitting alone in the hospital room. Had him for only 14 months, and he is gone. Taken away by cancer, taken away to Heaven. I sit as I hear his last words, the tears and screams ignored. I scream as he closes his eyes, and I pull at his rough, wavy hair. My furious tears soak his face, and I try and open his green eyes again. When I look at them, he does not stare back in the loving way he had always done. His stare is empty and lost, without a care for living. I scream at him, noting his brother and sister trying to hold me back. They whisper words of love, and tell me in their softest voice that he is gone, but I am too busy screaming to hear. I run to the window and scream outside. I see a window on the other side of the building. It is cracked and chipped, just like my heart. I cry out to Heaven, and I pray loudly to God to give me back my love. I pray that i'll do my chores carefully, and i'll never disobey my parents again. I'll go to church more, and i'll take care of my brother. I'll wash my car, and plant flowers in the backyard. I look up at the blue clouds, and cry out to them. Sprinkles of raindrops slatter on the window, and I sob harder. Heaven is crying with me.

I run back to the bed, and shake him to get up. I scream, but this time the scream is kept inside. I bend on my knees, rocking as the tears make their way to join me on the hard floor. His brother comforts me, and his sister, though crying, bends and weaves her hands through my hair. I cry without a care, looking for a place I could find life. He has gone, and taken my life with him. I long to see him, and pry my life back.

I see a note in his other hand underneath the bedsheets, as well as a gold ring on his marrying finger, long after everyone is gone. Families and friends come and visit him, sending him flowers that'll end up dead like him. Whisper their sad feelings for his death, and wish my all the best. Asking me when the funeral will take place. Asking me if I needed anything. I always smile and decline. It gets better every time.

The note is a small sheet of paper, and its writing is small, yet delicate. I notice a pen on the bedside table, surrounded by the flowers. I look at his still form as the doctors work their useless magic solutions for me. I smile and let them do their business, sorrow and heartbreak as my shadows. Long after the doctor and his body are gone, I collapse onto the bed where he lay for the last time. I cry as I remember our life together as one. Our hugs, our kisses, the way our bodies moved in sync. The way he could make me smile. The way he could make me cry with happiness. The way he could interest me in the boringest of things. The way he could seduce me. I go back to the letter, and as I open its delicate form, the tears still fall.

Don't cry over me. You know i'd never accept that. Be happy, for me. I'll always be here for you. I dont need a body, because I love you so much that our souls are already entwined. I love you so much baby. Don't ever forget what we have, because I will see you again. I don't care if I have to wait here forever. Heaven and eternity will be ours. I love you baby. I love you.

I sob even harder, knowing that life would've been easier if I died.

A doctor comes into the room and hands me his possessions. His old car keys, his old wallet, his old silver watch, and his old ten dollar bill. She is about to go out again, but stops and turns back. She produces a small package from her pocket.

"Sorry, I nearly forgot this", she mutters. With that, she is gone.

I look at the package with desperation. I wish for a note from the doctors saying he is alive again. I wish for a small dagger so I could meet Death. I wish for a portal to happiness. I wish for package to explode, and then wake me up from this nightmare. I open the package, and cry even more.

A small, delicate, gold ring is placed in the jewellery box as neatly as possible. The carot gold diamonds look as expensive as the Queen's jewellery. I touch it with fear, and as my fingers touch the inside of the box, a note pops out. I open it, scared of what it will say.

Will you marry me?

I look up at the walls with deperation and heartbreak.

I notice another note left inside the inside box. I open it, this time unafraid, for nothing would make me feel emotions anymore.

If yes, you would have noticed the ring I put on my finger before I died.

If no, I'll wait to eternity to have you in my arms, and for you to finally be mine.

I scream 'yes' as loudly as I could, shaking as the sobs came uncontrollably.

Im guessing it is most definitely be a Yes. Stop crying, fiance.

The tears still fall, and I am suprised to find myself laughing at his note. I read on.

That's better. I love you, my fiance. Hehe.